Act II, page 35
GWENDOLINE. (Rises, crossing to table ) You have filled my cup with lumps of sugar, and though I asked most distinctly for bread and butter, you have given me cake. (Both put down their cups.) I am known for the gentleness of my disposition, and the extraordinary sweetness of my nature, but I warn you, Miss Cardew, you may go too far.
CECILY. (Rising) To save my poor, innocent, trusting boy from the machinations of any other girl, there are no lengths to which I would not go.
GWENDOLINE. From the moment I saw you I distrusted you. I felt that you were false and deceitful. I am never deceived in such matters. My first impressions of people are invariably right.
CECILY. It seems to me, Miss Fairfax, that I am trespassing on your valuable time. No doubt you have many other calls of a similar character to make in the neighborhood.
GWENDOLINE. Ernest! My own Ernest!
JACK. Gwendoline, darling! (Offers to kiss her.)
GWENDOLINE. (Drawing back) A moment! May I ask if you are engaged to be married to this young lady? (Points to CECILY.)
JACK. (Laughing) To dear little Cecily! Of course not! What could have put such an idea into your pretty little head?
GWENDOLINE. Thank you. You may! (Offers her cheek.)
CECILY. (Very sweetly) I knew there must be some misunderstanding, Miss Fairfax. The gentleman whose arm is at present round your waist is my dear guardian, Mr. John Worthing.
GWENDOLINE. I beg your pardon.
CECILY. This is my Uncle Jack.
GWENDOLINE. (Receding) Jack!
CECILY. Here is Ernest!
ALGY. (Goes straight over to CECILY without noticing anyone else) My own love! (Offers to kiss her.)
CECILY. (Drawing back) A moment! Ernest, may I ask if you are engaged to be married to this young lady?
ALGY. (Looking round) To what young lady? Good heavens, Gwendoline!
CECILY. Yes to good heavens Gwendoline- I mean to Gwendoline.
ALGY. (Laughing) Of course not! What could have put such an idea into your pretty little head?
CECILY. Thank you! (Presenting her cheek to be kissed) You may. (ALGY kisses her.)
GWENDOLINE. I felt there was some slight error, Miss Cardew. The gentleman who is now embracing you is my cousin, Mr. Algernon Moncrieff.